My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

“I’ll make you cum, Hazel…” Standing at the doorway, my hands shook as I tried to convince myself that this was not our room. I refused to believe that Gray would bring another woman here. Not in our household. But no matter how I tried to fool myself that this was not happening, their moans were becoming louder as time passed. I held my breath tight and opened the door. “Oh, Gray! Please, I am cumming!” “Ah, Hazel!” How could they do this to me? Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I saw my husband on our bed, topping Hazel, his newly hired secretary. The two were oblivious to my presence, but later on, Hazel noticed me standing at the doorway.

My marriage has come to an end. I sat behind my mahogany desk in my office looking at the evidence on the desk. There were several pictures of my husband and his mistresses in different locations with dates scattered on the table. I must admit my husband's current mistress was quite beautiful. I have had my reservations about her ever since she became my husband's secretary about a year ago. After I watched their interactions for a while and noticed their strict relationship dissolving into friendship, I began to complain about how close they were. Daniel kept denying that whatever they had was strictly based on business whenever I complained about their close relationship making me out as a

I approached his secretary and asked if he had seen my husband. “He had an urgent business call to attend to, ma’am,” he replied. I nodded and returned to my seat, waiting for him to come back. After nearly twenty minutes, I grew impatient and decided to look for him myself. As I walked down the hotel hallway, I saw his secretary stepping out of one of the rooms. When he saw me , he quickly muttered something about needing to attend to another matter, and walked away. I walked to the room and pushed the door open. My Ex husband was sitting on the bed, half-naked, with two women draped over him. One ran her hands over his chest while the other leaned against him, caressing his body as he casu

“Martin and I used to be the perfect couple. He was so in love with me, and I was with him. However, his charm and striking looks caused more havoc than good. He was always the center of attention for ladies anywhere we went. This wasn’t an issue at first—he was always quick to show off his wedding ring to these desperate young ladies—but then there was one he quickly didn’t get rid of.” I leaned against the counter as she paused, ready to hear more. “His secretary. She was hardworking, honest, but also in love with him. I kept telling him I knew she loved him, but he kept saying she was just being nice. But I was a woman, and I knew that was wrong. She gave me this nasty attitude anytime we

“And were you the one who had everyone wear white?” She grinned, pleased with herself. “That was per Mr. Clifford’s orders.” “Are you sleeping with my husband?” The woman beside her cleared her throat, and I saw the secretary’s face flush. I sighed and stared her down. “You’d better side with me, or you’ll lose your six-year job. As for Rarith… I’ll deal with her. If you like working at Clifford Enterprises and being my husband’s personal secretary, stick with me. I’m his wife. Mistresses don’t stand a chance. So if you’re one of them, you’d better get out of Gabe’s life. He’s not sleeping with anyone but me.”

Just maybe. “Why are you here?” I asked tauntingly as I walked towards one of the couches. “I thought you said our business was over.” Tossing my handbag on the couch, I took off my jacket and parted with that too. “We have a problem,” he said solemnly. What I’d been about to say next melted on my tongue as I heard that. My heart began racing. “What problem?” He rose slowly to his feet, like a phoenix coming out of ashes. “Your husband’s secretary. She’s poking around. It’s more of a problem for you than it is for me.”

JOANNE Three weeks ago, I walked into that office building downtown to surprise my husband, Louis. We had been married for five years—five long, carefully constructed years of playing the devoted, supportive wife. But when I pushed open the doors to his private suite, I didn’t find him buried in financial reports. I found him buried deep inside his new twenty-two-year-old secretary, her skirt pushed up around her waist on top of his desk. The very one he said was incompetent.

Charlotte’s POV “Which entrance, ma’am?” I let out a deep sigh, Monday mornings always felt like punishment. For six years, I woke before dawn, dressed to conceal both my feelings and thoughts as I walked through the gates of Watson Holdings, not just as the company’s elite secretary, but as Mrs. Watson. A title that looks good on paper, but in reality, it’s a cruel joke. I'm the wife he married, but never loved. A silent figure in his kingdom, tolerated more than treasured.

He covered his face with a blanket and, in a hoarse voice filled with lingering fear, said, "I don't even dare think about what would've happened to you if I hadn't been there during the accident." I never doubted for a second that his love for me was anything but genuine. But I also knew something else. He was keeping a mistress. She was a girl I once sponsored who had grown up in poverty. He placed her in the company as his secretary. A month ago, I went to his office to bring him lunch and walked in on them kissing. They didn't even bother closing the door all the way, so I saw everything clear as day. He lifted her up and pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

I stayed back in the office because I wanted him to have his space and go over his words and actions since we returned from having lunch. If he’s bothered, he can confide in me because I’m his wife during this period, and as his wife, I deserve to know what’s wrong with my husband. “I’ll get the truth out of him,” I muttered to myself before going out of his office with the sole aim of finding him. “Where’s my husband?” I asked the secretary calmly, but she picked up the telephone and pretended to be speaking to someone. Her action pissed me off to the core. I snatched the telephone and placed it to my ear to confirm if it was truly an act or an actual call.